A Prayer For Mankind

 A Prayer For Mankind

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Within the heart,
brimming with love,
was born,
a prayer.
A prayer,
for all mankind.
A prayer,
that the eyes of faith,
would be opened,
to see the unseen.
To taste the goodness of God,
to feel his pain,
at the slight,
mankind gifts him everyday.
To feel his heart,
to soak in his love,
to hear his thunderous but still voice,
to feel his garment of protection around,
to know the father,
The Creator of the universe,
and see his likeness,
within!
The goodness
in man
the reflection of,
Of His Son!

The Circle Of Life

Circle of life - by Sofs

Seeds buried under the dirt,

forgotten ,

swept under the carpet of decay, 

the smell of earth rising,

crushed under the,

foot of insensitive man, 

trampling upon life,

as if he owned the earth!

Not knowing,

that someday soon,

he would find his bed,

under the decay ,

when he himself ,

will become the decay,

the decay upon which, 

will grow an oak,

reaching up to the skies,

head lifted high,

in the blue openings of heaven,

the circle of life . 

Breathing in the purity,

of understanding and wisdom,

care and love,

for all things, 

living!

My Life Takes Its Beauty

This poem is a tribute to the changes that occur in life as it meanders on... Life takes on different hues in the varied seasons, it is constantly changing even when it seems still. 

In the autumn of my life,

My dreams took substance,

From the tenderness of the vines,

The attributes of the flowers,

From the breath of freshness,

Permeating the still morning air,

From the magic of the trees,

The mysteries of the mountains,

The childlike gurgle of the streams,

Sheer glimmering wings of dragonflies,

Reflecting the brilliance of the sun!

The purity of the dew drop,

Sparkling on the bud,
Lit by the fire of the sun,

Awakened from its the winter bed!

The spring of life,

Green heads poking through ,

Laced with the aroma of the Earth,

Exotic fragrances blended,
My life takes it beauty,
Its fragrance and its frailty,
Its vigor and joy,
Transient,
Yet strong! 

The Park Bench

He sits there all day long arms open wide,

Longing for a friend to confide,

Spreading wide a carpet of emerald green,

Waiting patiently for his friends, unseen.

Young or old, he doesn't care,

All he wants is his secrets to share,

He knows their stories of love and pain,

Of cheating, lust and mercenary gain.

Silently listening to their every word,

Non-judgmental when in their deeds they slurred.

A companion when they loved and laughed,

Holding hands as if they could not bear to be apart.

A patient playmate of many a child,

Who climbed on him for a horsey ride,

A haunt of thieves in the dead of night,

He saw their heart was not ever right!

Courteous and hospitable is his stance,

Gracious and loving to those who romance,

Ignoring those who misuse his kindness,

Planning acts of cruelty; completely mindless.

In the wind and the rain he waits for them all,

Patience is his game summer or fall,

Clad in snow or leaves he takes on their colors,

For every season he wears new covers.

The dogs and their squirts he accepts too,

There was never a time when he ever felt blue,

No protests or outbursts he does ever make,

He is the park bench, for granted we take!

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